When she woke up, she realized that at some point, he had already let go of her hand, and now was holding her from behind...
Rebecca Quentin slowly moved his hand away from her waist, and with careful maneuvering, she finally freed herself from him.
Almost immediately getting out of bed, Rebecca Quentin turned to leave the room.
The second before she turned to leave, she still glanced at him.
In fact, when he was asleep, he looked really harmless, and his features were good. His handsome face was even more outstanding without the cold and severe look.
She couldn’t help but think, if the child in her belly looked like him, it would definitely be a beautiful child...
As soon as she thought of the child, that faint sadness crept back into her heart.
Stroking her belly, she told the child inside, deep down, "Baby, he’s your daddy. But sadly, he won’t be by your side when you’re born. Yet you can’t blame him, because he’ll never know you exist..."
Howard Geoffrey sat up from the bed.
He held his head, as the strong alcohol from last night left his head aching.
Roye had already walked in with a glass of warm water, "President."
Howard Geoffrey still held his head, glanced at Roye out of the corner of his eye, and frowned, asking, "Where is this?"
Roye replied timidly, "Miss Quentin’s apartment."
Howard Geoffrey suddenly raised his head, glancing around.
He had been to this apartment before, but never to her room.
This place truly was like where she lived; traces of her life were everywhere, along with her faint scent...
His mind was not without memory; he even recalled the scene of him pressing her against the wall for a kiss...
Howard Geoffrey seemed bothered and rubbed his brow, saying lightly, "Take me back to the hotel."
Rebecca Quentin was absent-minded the entire morning until her colleagues noticed.
"Secretary Quentin, Mr. Jones didn’t come to work today, and you’re this distracted?"
Teased by the female colleague sitting to her right, Rebecca Quentin awkwardly replied, "No way!"
The female colleague giggled, "Looks like you and Mr. Jones aren’t living together. Otherwise, how could you come to work alone today..."
"You’re overthinking it. I’m going to get to work," she said, immediately getting up and walking over to the copier.
While the machine was copying documents, Rebecca Quentin once again became lost in thought.
Skyler Jones had already texted her last night, saying that Robinson had kept him discussing business late into the night, and with a hangover, he might come to work very late today.
So, how could she be thinking about Skyler Jones?
What she was really thinking about was the person who was still in her apartment this morning before she left...
Last night, she ended up resting in the guest room Aunt Clare used to sleep in until dawn. Of course, she hardly slept afterward...
When she left, he was still in her apartment; he should have left by now, right?
Roye would surely tell him what happened last night; what kind of reaction would he have when he woke up? Did he really get drunk and come to find her last night?
Her mind filled with countless questions, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but sigh.
Just then, the phone on her desk rang.
Shaking off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Rebecca Quentin picked up the copied documents and then the phone, "Hello, ’Oversky’ Group!"
"Secretary Quentin, it’s me, Lisa Cecily."
"Mr. Geoffrey wants to meet you for lunch. Are you available?"
"What if I told you Mr. Geoffrey wants to talk to you about the inside scoop on the project that ’Oversky’ will bid on in six months?"
"Sorry, even if I got inside information, I would need to inform Mr. Jones."
"But Mr. Geoffrey only wants to share it with you."
Being in her position, Secretary Cecily accurately grasped Rebecca Quentin’s responsibility as a secretary.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Rebecca Quentin finally replied, "Okay, where?"
"Twelve o’clock at the ’Jennings’ Club."
"By the way, Mr. Geoffrey said he left his phone at your place last night, and he wants you to bring it to him later."
The company finishes work at twelve, and since the discussion with Howard Geoffrey was about business, Rebecca Quentin left work half an hour early.
Going to the ’Jennings’ Club was on the way to her apartment, so she went home to help him find his phone.
It wasn’t until she got home that she found out he didn’t leave his phone there; he had forgotten to take his suit jacket, and his phone was in it.
Sitting in the taxi, her mind in turmoil, she kept looking out the window.
Suddenly, his phone beeped twice.
It was his phone receiving two text messages.
Of course, she wouldn’t look at them, but coincidentally, because the taxi driver suddenly braked to avoid a jaywalking pedestrian, his phone accidentally slid out of his suit jacket.
She just picked it up, not expecting to inadvertently glimpse a message displayed on the screen—
"I heard your big brother is also in Y City, why not introduce us? After all, we’re going to be family in the future!"
The signature on the phone was a single character: "Joe."
For someone who never remembered people’s numbers and saved with just one character, it was clear how close their relationship was.
Retrieving the phone and putting it back into his suit, she turned her gaze back out the window.
Remembering the scene where he kissed her last night, she suddenly wiped her lips forcefully with her hand.
Led by a waiter, Rebecca Quentin arrived at the private room Secretary Cecily mentioned.
"Miss Quentin, the President is already inside waiting for you,"
Standing outside the private room, Secretary Cecily took the suit jacket from Rebecca Quentin and politely said to her.
Rebecca Quentin nodded and then turned the doorknob of the private room.
Howard Geoffrey stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the club, his back to her.
Compared to last night, his proud figure had regained his usual authoritative demeanor. The shadow behind him seemed deliberately crafted to create his coldness, making her involuntarily feel a chill.
"Come here." With arms crossed, he called.
She walked up to him, "Mr. Geoffrey, can you share the insider information with me now?"
"The inside information is only with Robinson. How would I have it?"
"You..." she was annoyed. She knew he might be lying to her, but if there were indeed inside information concerning ’Oversky’s interests in the second half of the year, she couldn’t help but come.